Something More?

I can’t let anyone see me like this. Andrew can’t see me like this. He’ll never see me in the same light, he’ll never love me, never want me. He can’t see me, please don’t see me. Don’t come any closer, just walk away.
My hopes were left unfulfilled when Andrew turned on his phones flashlight and pointed it squarely at me.
“Celestia.” He ran up to me, dropped down on his knees and pulled my shaking form into his embrace. I stayed curled up in a little ball, I didn’t want him to know this side of me. I’m worthless, I can’t do anything right. I couldn’t even get back to the bus. What kind of an idiot takes back alleys this late at night? It’s all my fault, it’s my fault that Andrew now hates me.
“Get away.” My voice was wavering and weak, it didn’t even sound like it belonged to me.
“What? Why?” Andrew pulled back just enough that he could look me in the eye.
“I don’t want you to see me like this. I’m… weak.”
“No you're not. You are human. Come on, lets get back to the bus and get you cleaned up.” Andrew carried me to the bus, we were really close, and once we got inside he set me down and I ran for the bathroom. I locked myself inside and curled up in a sobbing ball.
“Celestia, let me in.”
“No!” I sounded like a wailing child, how pitiful.
“Celestia, you are one of the strongest people I know. Just because you were outnumbered doesn’t make you weak. You were unable to do the impossible, that only makes you human. Please, let me in. No one else is here, no one else will see you. Trust me.”
Those last two words are what really broke me. I sobbed uncontrollably, even as I unlocked the door and felt Andrew lift me off the floor. Andrew took me to my bunk and gently set me down.
“Do you need anything?” I nodded and handed him my empty water bottle. A few minutes later the tall man returned with a full bottle that he handed to me.
I sat up a little, my sobbing subsiding a little. I took a swig of water then pulled off my golden apple ring. I pulled up the top half of the apple revealing a small compartment with two pale blue pills in it. I downed the pills and some additional water. I wiped my face with my hands and looked at Andrew.
“Please help me out of the corset.” My voice was stable now, but sounded small, like that of a child. Andrew nodded and helped me get the infernal device off. I shooed him away so I could take off the rest of my outfit, then I threw on some pajamas and called Andrew back over. I was starting to get lightheaded from the medication. “Please stay with me tonight. Oh, and make sure I don’t do anything too embarrassing.” I looked down but Andrew pulled my chin back up so I met his bright blue eyes.
“I’ll stay with you. But you have to promise to explain this to me when you're ready.” I laid down in my bunk and pulled Andrew in after me, shutting the curtain behind him.
“I’ll explain. I have asthenophobia, the fear of weakness. I’ve always had it, no one could figure out why, but it makes me have panic attacks whenever I see myself as weak. In order to treat these panic attacks I was given a prescription for xanax, which is what I store in the golden poison ring. It acts as a sedative of sorts, slowing cognitive functions so the attack stops. Unfortunately the side affects mean that I’ll act like a little kid then pass out and not remember the embarrassing things. I seem to remember everything but myself acting childishly, based on when I’ve compared notes with Ai. I used to get attacks a lot, but they haven’t been that often since I got out of middle school. Does all that make sense?” Andrew nodded. “Ok, now could you answer my questions?”
“Sure, what questions?”
“Do you hate or pity me now? Do you see me as a burden? Will you never want or care for or love me because of this side of me? Has your opinion of me changed because of this?” Andrew brushed a stray strand of hair behind my ear before answering me.
“I don’t hate or pity you, I could never see you as a burden, and my feelings toward you haven’t changed, but my opinion has… Now I see you as absolutely perfect.” I searched his eyes for any hint of deception, but I could find none. I pressed closer to Andrew as calmness washed over me, and my retainable memory faded out.

Notes

I'm really glad that people are enjoying this story. This chapter isn't that interesting but it explains a lot about what's been going on. But don't think this is the last of it, for eventually this story shall evolve into a lemon... I hope. Anyways, the next chapter will be a bit more upbeat, or at least funnier. Feel free to comment, (sorry about the length of the A/N), and enjoy.